Sora and his friends walked through a bustling marketplace, the desert sun harshly shining in the sky. Peddlers displayed wares of all kinds, from fruit to jewelry and more. Among the many shoppers admiring these wares were two familiar faces.
"No, that simply won't do!" one of them, a raven-haired woman, asserted as she bartered with a cloth salesman. "He needs something special, something dashing."
"Ah, I see! You've come to the right place! There is no finer silk in all of Agrabah!" the salesman responded.
"Silk?" the woman's companion objected. "I don't need anything like that, Jasmine."
"Aladdin, what if there's a royal event? You'll need something better than your old clothes," the woman insisted before turning back to the peddler. "Could I see some of your silk?"
"Of course," he giddily replied. "Please, come into my tent. I'm certain we'll find something to fit your needs."
Aladdin bewilderedly scratched that back of his head for a moment before hearing the voice of an old friend.
"Aladdin!" Sora called out, eagerly waving his arms to get Aladdin's attention.
"Sora?" he responded. ""It's good to see you again!"
"You too!" Sora looked around, seeing two of the friends he had met in that world but not others. "Where's Genie and Carpet?"
"I guess they're still not back from his vacation. Where are Donald and Goofy?"
"I… I was hoping you knew," Sora moped. "We got separated."
"That's not good. I haven't seen them around Agrabah, but I'll let you know if I do."
"Thanks. Oh, I want you to meet somebody!" Sora turned around and called to his companions. "Guys! Come over here!"
The two obliged, through Oswald did so with a grumble.
"These are my friends, Oswald and Firion." Sora motioned to each of them as he said their names.
"It's nice to meet you!" Aladdin said. "Any friend of Sora's is a friend of mine! My name's Aladdin."
Oswald ignored him, turning to Sora with an impatient look. "So there's no sign of them here? Then we better get going."
The conversation was interrupted by a shout from one of the nearby guards. "Thief!"
A girl in raggy clothes dashed past Sora and his friends, a series of guards in hot pursuit. She ran through the crowd, grabbing onto a clothesline and trapezing across the street, avoiding the obstacles below.
"Not bad…" Aladdin quietly commented, having once been in her shoes. "Sora, let's go check this out!" he urged as he joined the pursuit.
"Yeah!" Sora agreed, following suit.
"Wait!" Oswald yelped. "We don't have time for this!" Unfortunately, it was too late. Sora had vanished into the crowd, much to Oswald's dismay.
The girl continued to nimbly navigate the streets, eventually finding herself in an alleyway. With nowhere left to run and the guards still on her tail, she scrambled up the wall in a panic only to feel a hand grab her ankle.
"Not so fast, street rat!" the head guard exclaimed, pulling her to the ground and throwing her to his men.
"Stop!" Aladdin commanded. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked with an authoritative tone Sora hadn't heard from him before. Noticing Sora's unease, Aladdin whispered to him. "Just let me handle this."
"This woman is a thief!" the head guard explained, pulling a loaf of bread from the sash around her waist. "Of all people, you should know the consequences!"
Aladdin chuckled. "Poor, poor, Razoul... You don't recognize her, do you?"
The head guard took a moment to comprehend Aladdin's words. "Wh.. what? Should I?"
"You certainly should!" the girl chimed in. "I'm… uh…"
"She's the Sultan's personal bread inspector," Aladdin finished.
"Yeah!" the girl cheered, grateful for the help.
"A bread inspector?" Razoul laughed. "As if such a thing exists!"
Aladdin whispered to Abu as Razoul continued his laughing fit before speaking to the guard again. "Oh yeah? She can prove it!"
A look of nervousness crossed the girl's face, not knowing where Aladdin was taking this plan. "I can?"
"I would love to see that!" Razoul dared.
Despite his confidence, Razoul failed to notice Abu crawling up the wall next to him, reaching into his belt bag, and pulling out a gold-colored badge. Abu dashed to the girl and handed her the medal. It didn't even take her a moment to realize what to do with it.
"How about this, then?" she exclaimed, practically shoving the medal into the guard's face.
Razoul's face went pale in disbelief. "That's… that's a royal medal… Only those chosen by the sultan get one…"
"That's right! You were about to blow a very important bread inspection! Now how about you walk away before I report you to the sultan myself!"
Razoul stepped back several times before running away, his men following shortly after.
Aladdin laughed after they had vanished. "That oughta teach them a little respect!"
"You stood up for me…" the girl mused. "No one's ever done that for me before."
"Oh, uh, I mean it was nothing!" Aladdin said. "I've had trouble with him, too."
Sora picked up the bread she had stolen from the ground, handing it back to her. "Here's your bread back…" His words trailed into silence after noticing she had no interest in him, her focus entirely on Aladdin.
She approached him with a dreamy look in her eyes, one Aladdin found hard to ignore. "My name's Sadira. What's yours?"
"Uh… I'm… Aladdin…" he nervously replied. There was only one woman in his heart, making the situation a difficult one for him. "You know… stealing isn't always the, uh, answer…" His speech accelerated as he backed away, Sadira keeping up with his pace. "So I'll go give the bread vendor a few coins. Bye!" He bolted back into the crowd, desperate to escape what could have been a dangerous situation.
Sora hesitated to follow at first, glancing back at Sadira. It became obvious she was still fixated on her hero, so he slowly followed Aladdin, leaving her alone.
All alone, Sadira daydreamed. "Aladdin…" Sadira said to herself. "What a perfect name…" She began to twirl with elation, as if she had been given the greatest gift she had ever received.